I used to believe friends were the family you chose, especially Jessica, my best friend since college. But from the moment I met her husband, Mark, something felt off. His cold eyes and warm smile hid something darker.
One day, Jessica asked me to check on her house while she was away. She mentioned that Mark wouldn’t help, saying housework wasn’t “a man’s job.” I was frustrated but agreed. When I got there, I overheard Mark talking to a woman in Jessica’s bed, bragging about stealing her house with forged papers.
I called Jessica to warn her, but she didn’t believe me. So, I made up a lie about a car accident to get her to visit. When she arrived, I took her to her house where Mark was with the woman. Jessica confronted him, and he tried to deny everything, but she had the proof.
She turned to me and said, “You stood by me.” And with that, she began rebuilding her life.
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